There is a dark quiet in the mind of horses
that makes you wonder who's directing whom;
Whose voices filter through a thousand clouds of exhaled breath,
whose heavy imprint leaves a thousand telltale marks
from here to the pasture,
in a line not perfectly straight,
but rather slightly curved,
as might be the path of an explorer
too accustomed to a stall's straight lines.
There is a dark quiet in the mind of the rider
as the observing of the creature
and the riding of it
become indistinguishable;
Until the ten shifting directions of the creature's gait
seem the natural style of locomotion,
and the rolling, roaring sameness of factory wheels
seem an abomination.
There is a dark quiet in the mind of the passerby
watching the pair as he leans against the white fence
wondering aloud whether the rider
can distinguish her favorite
through observation alone.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
There is a dark quiet in the mind of horses
that makes you wonder who's directing whom;
Whose voices filter through a thousand clouds of exhaled breath,
whose heavy imprint leaves a thousand telltale marks
from here to the pasture,
in a line not perfectly straight,
but rather slightly curved,
as might be the path of an explorer
too accustomed to a stall's straight lines.
There is a dark quiet in the mind of the rider
as the observing of the creature
and the riding of it
become indistinguishable;
Until the ten shifting directions of the creature's gait
seem the natural style of locomotion,
and the rolling, roaring sameness of factory wheels
seem an abomination.
There is a dark quiet in the mind of the passerby
watching the pair as he leans against the white fence
wondering aloud whether the rider
can distinguish her favorite
through observation alone.